the Atlantic

No strings attached
the wind whisper
try to convince me, I reply.
And try again
once more
and then once
more
the Atlantic, the grace of mine,
is calling.

Footprint

But, even your
lightest step
will
leave a footprint,
you be sure.

Rememberance of the fall

 

While fall is upon us
we try not to fall
to hard,
rather to fall into
the fall
that will keep us safe,
if we just remember
how to breath
the air
of
the fall.
Rememberance.

 

Shelter of my own

Since childhood,
my place for rest
my shelter,
at the very bottom
of that mountain.
Gratitude,
gratitude.
Still today, the boat upside down
hidden under branches
to bring me over
anytime I need
to hide.

Let go

How to let go
how to not go to the point
of never letting go
?
Can I ever help you
to let go
?
I know the answer
and I can never ask you
out loud.

Rest my dear

 

"Square one my slate is clear

rest your head on me my dear".

Load

Even the lightest load
need focus to take along
the ride
everyone counts see,
not to forget,
and don't ignore you once
have learned that.